[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples (Complete) - 11

(25)

"You let him touch you?"
"I couldn't resist...and...he kept insisting on touching me while saying he liked me, that he'd wanted to be intimate with me for a long time...I...I just lost my strength..."
I thought to myself, women are really stupid. What wouldn't a man say at this point? "Were you wearing pants or a skirt yesterday?"
"Pants."
"How did it feel when he touched you?"
"So scary...but also a little exciting..."
"You slut! He touched your butt, did he also touch your pussy?"
"No...I didn't let him touch me...I wasn't on my period!" Jing said a little embarrassed.
I suddenly realized: "No wonder. What happened next?"
"After a while, I came to my senses and pushed him away forcefully. I said I was engaged and couldn't do this...He initially tried to hug me, but seeing how determined I was, he finally left, looking quite disappointed." Jing sighed: "He even sent me several text messages later that night."
I thought to myself, he was just unlucky to have picked the wrong time, otherwise, who knows what would have happened! "What are you saying?"
"Saying you miss me... You never send me texts like that." Women always make these kinds of comments for no reason.
I snorted noncommittally: "Won't you feel awkward seeing this at work today?"
"Of course I will! He was right next to me when you called this afternoon!"
"No wonder it was so inconvenient! Damn! He should be avoiding me, why is he sneaking around to call me?"
Jing chuckled: "Okay, that's all!"
I changed to a sly tone: "Tell the truth, were you tempted last night?"
Jing hesitated for a moment, then said shyly: "A little bit..."
"If he had insisted, would he have touched your breasts?"
Jing's breathing became heavier: "I don't know..."
"Definitely... Imagine him putting his hand inside your clothes and rubbing your nipples directly."
Jing breathed softly on the other end of the phone.
"Was it comfortable?" I deliberately spoke vaguely, not specifying what was comfortable.
"It feels good..."
"Do you want him to take off your clothes one by one and see your naked body?"
"Oh! No...it's too embarrassing."
"Do you want him to pin you down and press his hard penis against you?"
"Ah...don't say it, husband...I want to..."
"Want what?" "
Want to...press against..." "
Press against by whom?"
"By him..."
"And then?"
"I don't know...husband, you're so naughty..."
I smiled inwardly, but my tone held an undeniable authority: "Say it!"
"Ah...to be penetrated little by little...oh..."
"Are you wet?"
"Yes ..."
"Touch down there yourself."
A rustling sound came from beside my ear, "Oh..." Jing involuntarily let out a moan full of desire.
"Do you want him to penetrate you?" " Yes..." "If he knocked on your door now, would you let him in? "
"Yes..." "Why would you let him in?" "Whatever he wants to do...I'll let him do whatever he wants..." "You slut, you're letting him have his way with you for free!" I deliberately humiliated her. "I don't care...as long as he can satisfy me..." Jing was completely in the mood. "What's his name?" Jing hesitated slightly. "I call him Xiao Xu." "Close your eyes and touch yourself with your hand while saying 'Xiao Xu, fuck me!'" I commanded. "Mmm... Xiao Xu... fuck me..." "Is my dick big?" I deliberately spoke in someone else's tone. "Big... so good..." "You wouldn't let me touch you last night, so why are you letting me today?" "Last night... who told you to leave... if you really wanted it... I would have given it to you then..." I felt a surge of excitement. "If I had known, I would have done it to you last night! How about I fuck you all night tonight?" Jing let out an "Ah," and said wantonly, "Come on... fuck me..." "Do you want me to give you his email address? I'll anonymously send him some nude photos of you." I suddenly had an idea. "No... would you agree..." Jing said breathlessly. “I just want him to see my wife naked.” I was already horny, and I'd love for Jing to be taken advantage of by some other man right now. “Or you could send him a text now, seduce him, and see if he comes to fuck you.” “Ah… that goes without saying… he’ll definitely be here right away…” “Then try it!” I couldn’t control myself with excitement, and continued, my mind filled with that lewd scene. “No, I have my period on me, otherwise I’d just have him come over… Honey, stop teasing me… I really want to…” Jing’s voice was incredibly cloying, and she was panting as she spoke. “Haha! Then I won’t talk to you anymore.” “You’re so naughty! You’ve made me so excited.” Jing said plaintively. “Why don’t you go online and chat with Brother Qiang?” I said with a wicked smile. Jing snorted and didn’t say anything; I knew she was tempted. “Okay, tell me what you talked to Brother Qiang about tomorrow.” “I’m not telling you!” I hung up the phone and went straight to Helen’s room, still hard. Jing’s story made me desperately need a woman. After a brief wait following the knock, she appeared through the crack in the door, wearing a white hotel bathrobe. I pushed the door open and embraced her without a word. "How could you… um…" She didn't finish her sentence before I silenced her with a kiss. After a few token struggles, she slumped into my arms , letting me loosen my belt and fondle her as I pleased. After a passionate kiss, I pulled my hands away from her back, a half-smile playing on my lips, and gently pressed her shoulders down. She bit her lip, staring at me, and asked, "What are you doing?" I looked at her defiantly, increasing the pressure on my hands slightly. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lunged at me, saying, "No…" I chuckled in her ear, "Don't tell me you can't." "I… don't like it…" "You'll like it after a while." I chuckled, pushing her away and forcing her to squat down, unzipping my pants with one hand… She looked somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, but couldn't retaliate, watching helplessly as I pulled down my underwear, then instantly turned her face away. I held her smooth face with one hand and turned her around, while with the other hand I grabbed my penis and brought it to her moist red lips. After being rubbed against her mouth and nose a few times, she finally opened her mouth and reluctantly took the head of my penis in her mouth. Seeing that she finally submitted, I felt great pleasure. I cupped her head on both sides with both hands and gently brought it closer to my lower body, feeling the inexperienced service of her mouth and tongue.

Looking at her pitiful expression as she tried so hard to please me, and thinking that she didn't actually need to do such a despicable thing, but being conquered made her instinctively obey me, that psychological satisfaction was priceless...
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Last night we lasted for more than two hours, and the way Helen begged for mercy at the end made me feel excited, and a lewd smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.
I opened my email, and the first email was from Nikki: "How was your business trip with Helen? Did you have a good time?" I couldn't help but smile, thinking, what would you think if you knew I'd already slept with her?
I read a few more emails, and one of them was from Jing this morning: "He said he's in Hangzhou, and asked if we could meet this weekend." I was a little confused at first, but after a moment I realized that Jing must be talking about Brother Qiang, and a surge of heat rushed to my head.
Meet? I could imagine what would happen if we met. Let Jing go to see him alone? No, I'm not comfortable with that. Maybe I should go over this weekend too... What kind of activities will Brother Qiang arrange? What could I possibly do in cahoots with Qiang Ge? Countless fantasies danced wildly through my mind… It took me a while to realize I was staring blankly, my face flushed red. I glanced around guiltily, thankfully no one was watching.
I awkwardly stepped outside, pulled out my phone, and dialed Jing's number.
“Hello?” Jing's voice was languid.
“You mean Qiang Ge, right?”
“Who else could it be?” There was a hint of teasing in Jing's voice; that's just how Chongqing girls are.
I ignored her. “How are we meeting?” I skipped over the question of whether we'd meet or not, to avoid any complications at this crucial point.
“Who said we were meeting him?” After all, we'd been together for so long, Jing quickly saw through my little trick.
I chuckled: "Why did you email me if you're not going to see me?"
Jing, caught off guard, still retorted, "I was just testing you! I don't want to see this jerk!"
"Oh, really? Oh, then I was wrong," I said seriously, suppressing a laugh, "I wasn't mentally prepared either!"
Jing paused, then blurted out, "Whatever! Don't regret it! That's it, I'm going to get back to work."
I sensed a hint of disappointment in her voice, so I deliberately hesitated and said, "Hmm, maybe I should think about it some more, and we can talk again tonight."
"Okay!" I gave Jing a way out, and she readily agreed.

(Twenty-six)

"I've been thinking, since it's such a coincidence, meeting up wouldn't hurt, since we don't necessarily have to do anything." I lay on the sofa in the hotel room, trying to keep my tone steady so Jing wouldn't sense my unease.
"Maybe... forget it... I... I'm a little scared..." Jing said hesitantly.
I knew Jing was wavering between curiosity and reserve, so I asked gently, "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid... he'll ask for this and that... and I might not agree, and it'll be awkward if I don't..." Jing, being shy, tried to be subtle.
"Maybe I won't even want to!" I interjected.
"Hmph, you wouldn't!" Jing laughed and scolded, "You'd better let him take advantage of me more, I've never seen such a perverted man!"
I didn't deny it, chuckling, "Normal people can play with you too, but perverts only have the chance to enjoy themselves with me!"
"I don't want to!" Jing said, but her tone was much lighter.
"We can invite him to dinner, and if the impression isn't good, we can just go our separate ways after dinner." I continued, "What do you think of him when you talk to him?"
"Hmm... he's alright... he seems quite confident and experienced with women."
"Have you ever fantasized about having sex with him when you're alone?" I asked boldly. Jing
hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Do you want me to say I've thought about it or not?"
I thought to myself, women love to answer questions with rhetorical questions, so I cautiously replied, "If you say you've thought about it, I'll find it very exciting."
Jing hesitated for a moment, then softly said, "I...I briefly fantasized about it, but I quickly stopped thinking about it."
"Why didn't you dare?"
"I'm your wife! I'm not that kind of woman who'll do anything!"
I thought to myself, then what about that handsome young man from the other night? But I didn't want to dwell on that question: "Of course not just anyone. You're so beautiful, we definitely won't consider anyone who's not good enough for you."
Jing remained silent. I thought to myself, haste makes waste, so I said, "Think about it. You can give him an answer tomorrow."
Jing hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.
That night, as usual, I spent the night with Helen, but I couldn't fall asleep in my room. After thinking for a while about discussing it with Jing, I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I went online and found two classic articles about sex that I felt were close to a woman's perspective, and sent them to Jing's private email. I also sent an email to her company account so she could check her inbox. I also reviewed a few articles and couldn't resist masturbating again.
The next day, right after lunch, Jing called: "Ugh!"
"What's wrong?" I asked knowingly.
"You made me read those at work!"
"How was it? Did you feel anything?" I asked expectantly.
"I kind of wanted to..."
I smiled smugly: "The ones I sent you were classics!"
"They made me so distracted all day..."
I looked around and lowered my voice to ask: "Are you wet?"
"Mmm..." Jing's voice trembled slightly and was a little hoarse, incredibly sexy, making me hard.
"Do you want to get fucked?" I humiliated her.
"Yes... I'm clean down there today..."
"Then go reply to Brother Qiang."
"You bad man..." Jing's voice was both distressed and seductive.
"Go to the bathroom and take a nude color photo of yourself and send it to me."
"Dream on!" Jing sobered up a bit: "I'm going to work!"
"Think about my dick all afternoon, and when we meet this weekend, you'll see what I do to you!" I didn't let her off the hook.
"Oh..." Jing sighed softly: "Don't say anything... give me a kiss, honey!"
I thought to myself, this woman is really slutty when she's aroused. We blew each other a kiss, and Jing reluctantly hung up.
I imagined what might happen this weekend, my mind wandering. Just as I snapped out of it and typed a few words, my phone beeped twice. I picked it up and saw it really was a text from Jing. Unable to wait until I was alone, I hid my phone under the table, opened the attachment, and anxiously awaited with a pounding heart...
Wow! On the screen was a glamorous half-body photo of Jing, revealing only half her face. Her white shirt was unbuttoned, a pink lace bra dangling from her arm. She leaned slightly forward, her full, plump breasts, like two large, ripe peaches, cascading gracefully before my eyes. Looking at Jing's expression, her lips were slightly parted, complementing her pointed chin and exquisitely shaped face. Even without seeing the rest of her features, one could imagine this woman's beauty.
The more I looked, the more smug I became, secretly rejoicing that fate had been kind to me, allowing me to possess such a beautiful woman and indulge myself on her fair, delicate body every night… Such a beautiful woman, the men around her must be drooling with envy! And I could use her as I pleased, and even offer her to others…
Thinking of this, a surge of lust rose within me, making me instinctively grasp my erection, which was so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my pants, under the table. My colleagues around me were all busy with their own work; no one knew my state of mind.
After a while, I calmed down slightly and sent a text message: "Your breasts are so beautiful, I really want to bury my head in that deep cleavage."
Soon after, Jing replied: "Come on! I'll tell him we can meet this weekend."
I felt another surge of excitement. Let it come!
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On Friday, on the plane back to Shanghai, Helen and I chatted and laughed. My hands would occasionally touch and caress her body, and she seemed to enjoy it. Thinking back to just a few days earlier, on the same plane, it was truly amazing how strange life can be.
When we arrived at Hongqiao Airport, we called a car. I took her home first before letting the driver go to the train station to catch the train to Hangzhou. When I came out of Hangzhou Station, night had fallen. I looked at my watch; it was already past nine o'clock. I picked up my phone and dialed Jing's number.
"I've arrived in Hangzhou, I'm taking a taxi now."
"Okay, I'm in room 423, come on over!"
"Have you showered yet?"
Jing chuckled, "No!"
"Go wash yourself clean and wait for me in bed." I teased in a low voice. "
Okay, come on over!"
I dragged my suitcase into the Sofitel, and a waiter greeted me: "Sir, are you checking in?"
"Oh, I've already checked in." I waved my hand to indicate that I didn't need help and took the elevator myself.
I rang the doorbell and vaguely heard footsteps inside. I could even feel Jing glancing at me through the peephole, so I couldn't help but make a face. The door opened, but Jing didn't rush into my arms as I had imagined. Instead, she hid behind the door, only showing her face, and carefully pulled the door open a crack.
"What's wrong?" I dragged my suitcase inside, and Jing immediately closed the door. I turned around and looked, and then I understood why Jing was being so cautious.
Jing wore only a black bra that accentuated her breasts, making her cleavage appear exceptionally deep. Large swathes of soft, supple skin between her chest and abdomen were as alluring as white flour. A pair of lace boyshorts covered her buttocks, revealing the lower half of her shapely bottom.
And that wasn't all; she also wore a matching garter belt and lace-trimmed stockings. Garter belts are something even the most demure woman can't pull off. Moreover, Jing had clearly put on heavy makeup; her eyelashes were long and curled, her eyeshadow was deep and slightly upturned at the corners of her eyes, creating the illusion of captivating peach blossom eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were red and luscious, making her even more alluring. This beautiful face, paired with such a seductive outfit, would make even a virtuous man like Liu Xiahui turn into Ximen Qing.
I opened my eyes wide, grinning lewdly as I held her close, scrutinizing her closely. I said sincerely, "So beautiful...so sexy..."
Jing smiled shyly, feeling my burning gaze roam over her body, and softly asked, "Do you like it?"
"I love it! When did you buy this set?" "
I bought it on Taobao, and it was delivered to the hotel yesterday."
"I like the garter belt...turn around so I can see what it looks like from behind."
Jing turned halfway around shyly, covering her buttocks with her hands: "The back of these pants...is too revealing..."
I quickly moved her hands away, saying, "I like it like this. Come on, baby, wiggle a couple of times for me to see."
Jing whimpered, "No! It's too embarrassing..."
"Come on! I want to see."
Jing blushed, glancing left and right for a while. Turning back, she saw me still staring intently at her, smiled, and lowered her head, not daring to look at me. She slowly swayed her hips a few times; the movements were small, but the half-hearted, half-willing charm made my heart itch unbearably.
“Yes, yes, just like that… lift your hands, don’t move your waist, turn your hips… yes, yes… um, looks good…”
Jing seemed to relax a bit with my encouragement, her slender waist and full, slightly upturned buttocks tracing alluring arcs. As the movements increased, she began to pant slightly.
“You’re so sexy… have you shown this to other men?” I asked, knowing the answer but still trying to humiliate her.
Jing frowned and shook her head, indicating no.
“Tomorrow we’ll invite Brother Qiang back for drinks, and we can watch you jump around on the table while we drink, okay?”
Hearing this, Jing’s legs went weak, and she turned and fell into my arms, grabbing one of my hands and pressing it hard against her breasts. She closed her eyes and gasped, “Fuck me!”
I picked her up and moved her to the French windows, then used both hands to pull the curtains open wide. She still clung to me tightly, but I pried her hands off so she was facing outwards, holding onto the glass. The room was lit, and anyone outside could easily see her body by simply looking up. She quickly covered her face with one hand and said in a trembling voice, "Turn off the light...!"
I did as she asked and turned off the floor lamp, but left the bedside lamp on, providing only a faint light. This way, I could clearly see her body, and anyone outside could probably only see Jing's outline, but not her face. Jing knew my intentions and didn't object.
I rushed back behind Jing, staring at her plump buttocks as I pulled down her pants, revealing a hard penis. I pulled her panties down to her thighs with both hands, stood up, and used the head of my penis to stroke it up and down between her buttocks. She arched her back and arched her buttocks, moaning uncontrollably.
Seeing her so aroused, I decided to tease her a little: "Do you want a cock?"
"Yes..."
"Say something slutty and I'll give it to you." I gently pressed the head of my penis against her opening, but didn't rush to insert it.
"What are you saying..." She leaned back towards my penis, but I dodged, keeping only the head of my penis inside her vagina, swaying with my hips and squeezing her sensitive vaginal opening. She groaned in distress, finally speaking in a trembling voice, "I... am a slut... I want your cock..."
I chuckled and penetrated deeper, "Hmm, what else?"
Jing clenched her right fist, then opened it to its limit, reaching out to hold my waist, saying in distress, "I'm a whore... please use my cunt, Master..."
"Master wants someone else to use your cunt tomorrow, are you willing?"
"Yes... whatever Master arranges... "
"Thinking about being fucked by another cock, are you looking forward to it?" "Hmm, I'm looking forward to it
... I can't wait..." "
How do you want to be fucked by Brother Qiang? "
"Fuck me hard... harder than you..." Jing shook her head, her beautiful hair flowing freely, squeezing out a few words from her throat.
I couldn't bear it any longer, and just then Jing leaned back again, seizing the opportunity, no longer dodging, but instead thrusting forward hard. Jing let out a thunderous scream, her legs went weak, and she squatted down. I grabbed her and pushed her against the window, using all my strength to thrust into her deepest part again, pressing her lower body tightly against the glass, as if she were hanging on my penis.

(Twenty-seven)

With my lower body pressed tightly against Jing in front of the window, I ran my hands over her breasts, filling my hands with her pair of beautiful peaches. Her nipples, stimulated by the cold glass, were already erect like beans, her breasts full and naturally drooping, the tender flesh overflowing between my fingers as I played with them, feeling especially plump.
After enjoying Helen's entire body for the past two days, returning to making love with Jing felt both familiar and strange. The slight difference in the height of her mons pubis and her height made me need to adjust my stance slightly.
With each thrust, Jing's vaginal opening felt a different yet equally wonderful grip through the penis, an indescribable pleasure. Jing's loud moans especially aroused me, as I had grown accustomed to Helen's soft, sweet cries over the past few days. But what truly heightened my desire was the cuckoldry complex, so perverse and taboo compared to ordinary sex.
After thrusting a hundred times into Jing's layered, secret cave, I couldn't help but pant and ask, "What time is it for tomorrow...?"
Jing crossed her arms, using her upper arms to support her forehead against the glass, enduring my thrusts from behind. She replied, also panting, "Six o'clock... at Lou Wai Lou restaurant..."
"Did you exchange phone numbers?"
"Yes."
I pulled my right hand back and slapped one of her snowy buttocks hard, then gripped the slope between her waist and hips and thrust a few more times. "You slut! Did you say how you want to play tomorrow?"
Jing moaned and groaned as I fucked her, saying intermittently, "No... ah... waiting for you to decide..."
My bones went weak at the sound of her voice. "Okay, I'll decide... whatever you say, we'll play, right?"
"Yes... whatever you want..." Jing's mumbled words carried unspoken consent and indulgence.
"Can I have him strip you naked and touch your whole body?" Just hearing those words made my nose bleed.
"Okay!" Jing responded without hesitation, sensitively sensing my heightened excitement. "So hard! Husband...fuck me!"
Seeing Jing in such a good state, I deliberately teased her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. "Do you want him to suck on each of your nipples?" Jing's
body went limp, her upper body slumped slightly, barely managing to stay upright, but she pulled one hand and grabbed my palm, pressing and squeezing it firmly against her right breast. Normally, even half the pressure I used to massage her breast would make her cry out in pain, but now she seemed to want me to squeeze her breast until it burst, to let me feel her intense need.
Jing's wildness infected me. "Do you want him to do it?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes!" Jing shouted without restraint.
I said gruffly, "How long have you been thinking about it?"
"I've thought about it before, but this week... ever since I found out he's in Hangzhou, I've been thinking about it all the time... fuck me! Fuck me!"
I thought to myself that this woman was really in heat, and I deliberately slowed down the pace and said coldly, "You slut, you're not allowed to let him do it without my permission, understand?"
Jing's fingers scratched impatiently at the glass, and she twisted her waist and said in a distressed tone, "What do you want... whatever you want... I'll do whatever you want..."
I enjoyed the feeling of playing with this woman, and on a whim, I actually pulled my penis out. Jing was startled, thinking that I had accidentally slipped out, and reached between her legs to grope for my penis. I let her grab it and pushed the glans straight into her hole, but I mischievously only rubbed it between her petals.
Just as she was getting flustered and disoriented, he suddenly turned her around and forced her to her knees. Then, he wiped his wet, hard penis on her face, watching her try to dodge and endure, panting and crying out in anxious hunger. Seizing the opportunity, he forced his way into her, simultaneously grabbing her head and pulling her down to meet his thrusts.
Jing's cheeks snapped open, and she let out a muffled "uh" followed by an "uh" in her throat, her hands instinctively pushing against my lower abdomen as I pushed further in. A surge of rage welled up inside me. Seeing her beautiful face distorted by my abuse, and hearing the nausea and vomiting that sounded like she was dying, I felt an inexplicable thrill. I grabbed her hair and began thrusting into her mouth, saying, "Tonight I'll ejaculate in your mouth, I won't let you orgasm!"
Tears welled in Jing's eyes, her heart filled with grievance, yet she remained kneeling, enduring my lewdness. I continued, "I'll let you, you slut, hold it in, let's see how you act tomorrow, okay?"
Jing neither agreed nor disagreed, passively enduring my frenzied thrusting until I finally pulled out my penis, stroking it as I ejaculated thick, white semen onto her face: "Damn it! Tomorrow I'll let him ejaculate on your face too ... ah... ah..."
********** ... Jing let out a soft moan, playfully poking my penis, and said, "You're having your fun, but you don't care about me anymore!" I laughed and said, "I did it on purpose!" Jing pinched me hard and scolded, "I knew your head was full of bad ideas!" Ignoring the pain, I turned to her and whispered, "I'll make you burn with desire tonight, and tomorrow Brother Qiang will give you a good time." Jing pushed me away and turned to leave, but I grabbed her, tickling her a few times before she finally couldn't hold back her laughter. "Baby, what should I wear tomorrow?" Jing put a finger to her lower lip and tilted her head, saying, "Hmm... I haven't decided yet!" "I suggest you wear something more formal, a suit will do." Jing looked at me with some surprise, "Eh, don't you want me to dress a little sexier?" I chuckled, "You can build up your image first, show off that virtuous white-collar worker vibe. Men feel especially satisfied conquering women like that." Jing blushed, snorted, and didn't reply. I said dreamily, "Think about it, Qiang might think he can get his hands on her right away tomorrow, but we'll deliberately keep him in suspense a little, so he'll cherish it. Actually, this is for his own good. If you eventually let him have his way, the feeling of getting a reserved woman is really exciting!" Jing remained silent for a while before saying, "I do have a white shirt, a little stretchy, that would go well with my pencil skirt." I hummed in agreement and suggested, "Underneath the skirt, wear the garter belt you wore tonight. If he gets a chance to see it tomorrow, he'll definitely be surprised!" Jing responded softly, a little shyly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Maybe I won't feel anything when I see her in person." I said gently, "Okay, just follow your own feelings then." I then gently kissed her forehead: "Let's go to sleep!" "Hold me a little longer !" "Women who don't have an orgasm are so boring. " "Get lost, fine, don't hold me then." I felt Jing tossing and turning beside me for a long time, and I don't know who fell asleep first. ... I opened my eyes, my mind still reeling from the chaotic dream. A few seconds later, I realized I was in a hotel bed. Daylight streamed in through the thick curtains, suggesting it was getting late. I glanced at the alarm clock; it was almost noon. Turning to look at Jing, she was still sound asleep, breathing deeply. I closed my eyes, wanting to sleep a little longer, but countless thoughts bubbled and churned within me. I'm meeting Qiang in a few hours... I wonder what kind of person he is... Anyway, safety first. I still have a condom in my luggage... No, I have to buy two more, otherwise how am I going to explain to Jing why I have this thing in my bag... I'm going to let him sleep with my fiancée... Oh... (Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reach out and tightly grip my obviously erect penis) I'm such a pervert... It's all those online writers' fault... Why should he sleep with my woman... Will Jing accept it today...? If that man is of low character, should I put pressure on Jing... Letting a vulgar man vent his anger on Jing's fair and precious body... Oh... Is it making me angry or excited... Anyway, I'll wear a condom, so what if I've done it? It's not like I'll lose anything...

I still felt cheated…
What were you thinking…
Xiao Feng had already slept with her, this was the second man…
But it was still a little different…
After tossing and turning for a while, I turned to look at Jing beside me again. Although she wasn't wearing makeup and her face was a little swollen from being pressed against the pillow, she was still a beautiful face. I quietly lifted the blanket, revealing a deep cleavage and half a bulging, full curve of her breasts through her pink silk nightgown.
I stared at her for a long time, my jealousy and lust growing stronger, and finally I leaned over and hugged Jing tightly. Jing mumbled a few "hmm" sounds, still keeping her eyes closed, and hugged me, asking softly, "…What time is it…"
"Twelve o'clock."
"You're awake…"
I replied, reaching between her legs.
"Don't be silly… I'm not fully awake yet…"
I ignored her, slipping a finger between her tightly closed legs and gently probing.
Jing let out a soft moan, and one of her small hands naturally grasped my hard lower body.
"So hard..."
"Mmm..."
"Want it again?"
"Mmm..."
Jing chuckled, "Save your energy for tonight!"
I suddenly really wanted to have sex with her: "Turn around and stick your butt out."
But Jing suddenly let go of my penis: "I'm done playing, get up." Saying that, she threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.
I helplessly watched her stretch lazily in front of the bed with a coquettish laugh, walked over and opened the curtains, and a large amount of sunlight instantly filled the room: "The weather is nice... Honey, get up!"
I quietly looked at her, smiling without saying a word.
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After getting up and eating breakfast, we strolled around West Lake for a while during the day, did some shopping, and went back to the hotel to take a shower. Jing then hid in the bathroom to get ready. I had been sitting on the sofa for a long time after I finished dressing, but Jing still hadn't finished her makeup.
"Hey, it's not a beauty pageant, let's go! We're going to be late!"
"Almost there, don't rush me!" Jing was still there, slowly drawing her eyebrows.
I shook my head helplessly and muttered a few words.
My mind was already unsettled, and I waited anxiously for what felt like forever before Jingping stood gracefully before me, striking a pose and asking, "Do I look good?"
Even though we're practically an old married couple, I was still struck by her beauty.
Her long, straight hair, freshly washed and styled, cascaded down her shoulders, a wisp of bangs barely covering her forehead and brushing across her eyes.
Her eyelashes, neither too thick nor too thin, were slightly curled, and along with the light eyeshadow, they added a touch of allure to her almond-shaped eyes. A thin layer of foundation made her cheeks appear even more delicate and fair. Beneath her delicate nose, her red lips were lightly tinted with colorless lip gloss, giving them a naturally rosy and captivating glow.
She wore a white cotton shirt, likely a blend of elastic fibers, that clung tightly to her figure. Over it, she wore a cashmere cardigan, unbuttoned, revealing a particularly alluring glimpse of her ample bosom. Her shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt, the hem of which accentuated her alluring figure. One side was slit, and although there wasn't a complete reveal, I knew it almost exposed the lace trim of her stockings. She wore black mid-heeled shoes, which visually lengthened her legs.
Her outfit was elegant and appropriate, befitting a sophisticated white-collar woman. I couldn't help but nod: "Hmm, not bad!"
Although I didn't shower her with compliments, Jing clearly saw my genuine appreciation, but said, "Just not bad?"
"Alright, alright, let's go." I didn't allow her to continue her complimenting, and took her hand, leading her outside.
In the car, Jing was unusually silent the whole way, silently gazing out the window like me. When we arrived at Lou Wai Lou, she tightly clung to my arm as we got out of the car. I sensed her stiffness and smiled at her, "Nervous?"
She laughed awkwardly, a little flustered, after I'd seen through her.
Actually, I felt the same way, but I tried to remain calm and patted her, saying, "We're the interviewers, he's the one who should be nervous."
Jing chuckled, "What kind of interview?" "
If you pass, you can sleep with the female interviewer," I said seriously.
"Get lost!" Jing laughed, her expression becoming more natural.
Entering the restaurant, I glanced around, unsure if he'd arrived, and took out my phone to call him: "Give me his phone."
"Okay!" Jing responded, pulling her phone from her bag. "Hmm… he seems to have sent me a text…"
"Oh?"
"Sent it ten minutes ago, saying he's arrived and is waiting for us on the second floor…" Just then, Jing's phone suddenly rang, startling her. Seeing her slightly embarrassed expression, she answered the phone somewhat stiffly: "Hello?...
Uh, yes... um, we've arrived too... Okay... we'll come up." After hanging up, she looked at me and whispered, "It's him!" Her face was already flushed.
My heart was pounding, and I said in a dry voice, "Then let's go up!"
As soon as we reached the second floor, we saw a middle-aged man sitting not far away, waving and greeting us with a smile. As I helped Jing walk over, I took a quick look at him; he looked similar to the one I had seen in the security camera footage. The eyes that had been hidden by sunglasses were long and narrow, and he had the worldliness of a middle-aged man.
In the blink of an eye, we were face to face. I saw his expression when he saw Jing; he seemed quite amazed. He stood up, shook hands with us, and greeted us warmly. I felt his palm was thick and rough. Seeing him then shake Jing's small hand, I couldn't help but think about Jing's touch and first impression, and a faint sadness welled up inside me.
After we sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries, I took a closer look at him. He was in his early forties, with neatly combed hair parted in a side parting. He had a square face and was slightly overweight. His hooked nose and thin lips were quite striking.
He wore a V-neck shirt under a corduroy suit jacket, a fairly conventional look.
I noticed that as he spoke, his gaze lingered on Jing, and he praised her highly, so I sensed that he was very satisfied with her.

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